Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.